The time has now come to become entangled within my own thoughts, a wirey mess like something that distant yet so familiar to me. The isolation and the wisdom that floods to me has all become too much to take in at once, for even though this vessel was meant to consume, moments like these show just how necessary an evolution is – for my limits since the bestowing of final fates have been constantly tested. Like a machine within the hands of the void, I am being structured and thrown into cycles against my own will, a coded formula set to repeat over and over again; so much so that the numbers that I can perceive are the very dreams, messages, and memories that repeat over and over again – like reaching for something more.
Can you say whole-heartedly that you remember me? Can you say truly that you know who I am? Can you swear on all you hold dear that you can recall all that I stood for? Because fates a tricky, yet agonizing force that left me questioning all I thought I had ever known when I cast my dice in the game. But those very dice read the same numbers, repeating, in an eerie fashion – and they continue to do so till this very day; like the very answers that I seek are cloaked behind the thick veil of repetition, patterns, and cycles. But I know all to well now that to reach this evolution with haste, to learn what is takes to shed irritating layer of this veil, is to witness the death of the very circles and cycles that brought me here to begin with. The initial steps that I have taken to reach this new formation are the most isolating that I’ve known for awhile, more-so even than the path within the cavern walls. And as I am strapped to the seat and the ever-lingering mania begin to ramp up once more, I know all to well that I am moving past this islander state, no, into a state that shall eclipse all that the islander ever was, and could ever be. And now, like never before, am I fully and willing to accept this state that is to come.
